"Well first off, what makes you think I’m a planeswalker.” he chuckled as if the thought was ridiculous, finding a place to sit down. He smirked at her, more amused then alarmed by the smirk “I guess we will, that is, if I come back.” he joked, winking back at her.
"You are, right? You just… seem like the type. But then again, I am very bad at that kinda stuff when I’m drunk." She seemed just a little taken aback by his answer, as if she did not expect him to wink back. "Let’s just hope I haven’t died when - if - you come back," she said as if it meant nothing. The thought seemed a trivial matter to her, being a part of the circus and all.
"Sounds like I’d come back to see a completely different person if I came back when you weren’t drunk. But I guess that usually happens." He shrugged a little. He looked at her a little surprised and shook his head "It’s not the first time I’ve herd that, especially not with my friends but I’m still getting used to how little that sentence means to you guys."
“Yeah, it’s not like we want to die, at least not the most of us, but if it’s necessary to make a good show, we won’t hesitate to sacrifice ourselves.” This time, her smile was a bit sad, melancholic, but she shrugged it off. She picked up one of her many long, dark braids and looked at it as if it held the answers of everything. “So if you’re off soon, guess I’ll see you later, then…” She then composed herself and was back to the cocky attitude. She raised one slender, black eyebrow. “… pretty boy.”